The other day, I met a bear.
Out in the woods, away out there.
He looked at me, I looked at him.
He sized up me, I sized up him.
He said to me, why don’t you run.
I see you ain’t got any gun.
And so I ran, away from there.
But right behind me, was that bear.
What do I see, in front of me.
A great big tree, Oh, lucky me.
The nearest branch, was ten feet up.
I had to jump, and trust my luck.
And so I jumped, into the air.
I missed that branch, a way up there.
Now don’t you fret, and don’t you frown.
I caught that branch, on the way back down.
That’s all there is, there ain’t not more.
Unless I meet, that bear once more.
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